mesbooks Chapter 204, page 203: Magic, nothing more than a child's toy.
Chapter 204, page 203: Magic, nothing more than a child's toy.
Chapter 204, page 203: Magic, nothing more than a child's toy.
To achieve one's own goals by leveraging the power of others.
Helbo demonstrated his control over the situation through his actions.
No wonder he was nowhere to be found when we were at the temple. It seems he had already made preparations to use the brute goddess, and even to use Ian and Riddle Malfoy, these three outsiders.
Compared to Riddle's cunning.
Helbo's mind seemed far more ruthless. He wasn't gambling on any possibility; rather, he precisely controlled every step, deceiving Ian, a goddess, and perhaps even the gods in heaven.
"You're right, we should probably run away first." Before Ian could think for long after hearing the explanation from the brute goddess, he noticed many black lines appearing around his body.
They were like silk threads drawn from an unknown space, swirling around him like loaches, constantly trying to hook themselves onto Ian but failing.
but.
Although the black lines did not penetrate Ian's body, Ian could still feel a powerful attraction coming from the direction of Helbo and gradually increasing in strength.
This is definitely the power of Herbo at work.
The third "Angel's Position" is attempting to influence Ian. To be honest, even if Helbo were a white-haired loli, he wouldn't want to become part of someone else, let alone be incredibly ugly in her current state.
"Quick, run! Don't let us get away!" Ian was a man of action who could take things in stride and didn't have the kind of fighting spirit that would be ignited by the sight of a strong enemy.
He grabbed Cassandra and, before the brute goddess could even react, climbed up her back and onto the neck of the tall, thin brute goddess, who was 1.8 meters tall.
"Are you using me as a mount? What the hell!" The brute goddess couldn't help but complain, but she didn't slow down either, her body radiating dazzling light.
The light was like countless tiny gold foils, leaping and shimmering in the air. Her hair danced wildly in the light, each strand like a golden thread imbued with life.
"Hold on tight."
The brute goddess offered a gentle reminder.
Each syllable was filled with power, making the surrounding air buzz.
Without hesitation, Ian grabbed the brute goddess by the neck.
next moment.
Ian felt a sudden dizziness as golden light enveloped him and Cassandra completely. In that instant, he felt a warm and powerful force surge into his body.
It was as if it wanted to ignite his very soul. The goddess of brute force, along with him and Cassandra, transformed into a golden pillar of light. It dispelled much of the chill brought by the Helboden phase, and like the first ray of dawn, it shot straight into the sky, drawing a brilliant trajectory in the dark, rolling clouds.
It is magnificent and eye-catching.
It seems to be the most direct connection between the sky and the earth.
A golden light, like a bolt of lightning, instantly ripped through the thick clouds. The dark clouds were torn apart by this powerful force, producing a dull sound, as if a huge hole had been ripped open in the sky.
The brute goddess fled very quickly.
The speed of light.
however.
The moment they rushed into the dark clouds, a strange force rushed towards them. That force was like an invisible giant hand, violently pulling them back.
The whole world seemed to suddenly emit a screeching, grinding sound like gears jamming.
"What's going on?" Ian felt the scene before him suddenly distort, like a crumpled painting. The next second, they were back where they had left off.
Looking at the familiar surroundings, the young wizard immediately understood what had happened. There was nothing he could do; Hogwarts didn't teach these things, just like a college advisor doesn't teach how to get promoted or receive a raise.
"Damn it! It's Herpo!" The brute goddess knew what was going on. Her face turned extremely ugly, and her hands clenched into fists that sparked with golden flames.
"Can time be reversed?"
Ian frowned and could only guess based on his own knowledge.
only.
"It's worse than that."
The brute goddess shook her head, looked up at the enormous, mocking, grotesque snake-faced figure in the distance, and a look of ridicule flowed in Herbo's pupils.
"The power of paradox?"
Ian made another guess.
This time, the brute goddess nodded heavily.
"Yes, the power of paradox. He is already on the path to godhood. Although he has not yet seized power, the power of paradox already surrounds him."
"This means that we are in a paradoxical realm."
"There exists an unbreakable logical dilemma in this field. Our desire to leave triggers this force. Simply put, we are trapped in a cage from which we can never escape, and all attempts to leave will ultimately bring us back here."
The goddess's voice was low and hoarse, with a slight tremor—a fear of the unknown, a worry about a power that shouldn't exist but was now so close.
It wasn't just her.
Upon hearing this, Ian disregarded the discomfort he had just experienced from being transformed into a pillar of light. A strong sense of shock welled up within him, and even with his wildly imaginative mind, he found such power utterly unbelievable.
"Looks like there's no escaping it. I thought you could be more helpful." The little wizard could only take out his wand and sigh heavily with a helpless tone.
"Can't your true form notify the other gods now?" He had even given up on expecting the brute goddess's true form to have any fighting power, and was now hoping that the brute goddess could bring in reinforcements again.
"What if my true self never knew what happened here?"
Even the brute goddess sighed.
"But you were able to..." Ian stopped himself halfway through his sentence. Faced with the power of paradox, what actually happened in reality seemed to have no meaning.
"This is truly a terrifying power."
The young wizard couldn't help but sigh from the bottom of his heart.
"Yes, fortunately, Helbo hasn't completed his ascension to godhood yet and can't truly control this power, so we still have a chance to stop him or kill him before he completes his ascension!"
The brute goddess raised her hand, and the giant sword reappeared, burning with golden flames.
"us?"
Ian looked around.
The priests knelt on the ground, their eyes filled with fear and despair. Their hands trembled as they clasped together, muttering incoherent prayers to the gods.
The little girl Cassandra suffered a severe "light-induced halo" reaction due to her previous light-speed flight; her entire body went limp and she collapsed on the ground, pale as a slug.
White bubbles were still coming out of its mouth.
She and these priests were clearly not wizards capable of fighting.
"You mean the two of us?" Ian muttered, but he still channeled his magic, a vast power that would amaze any wizard.
"There's no other way. While my father's divine power is still intact, we have to give it a try. This is our only chance." The brute goddess took a deep breath.
A resolute glint flashed in her eyes as she turned to look at the young wizard with piercing eyes. "Your secret can burn my father and force me into an unfair contract with my future self."
"Of course you're not an ordinary wizard... So, little one, show me your third miracle." Before she finished speaking, the brute goddess had already transformed into a golden light and rushed towards Helbo.
In times of crisis.
With incredible speed, leaving a golden trail in the air, this goddess displayed unwavering courage, and it's no wonder that she will one day become the sun to protect a city.
"Mere solar power, nothing more than remnants of the old era." Helbo floated in mid-air, his figure like a majestic mountain peak, radiating a powerful aura.
His eyes were cold and deep, as if they could see through everything. "Want to stop my ascension to godhood? It's futile. I've already sealed my glorious future, and no one can stop me!"
Helbo's voice, like a booming bell, echoed throughout the heavens and earth, filled with mockery, disdain, and arrogance. Faced with his remarks, the brute goddess remained silent, only launching her attack.
She brandished her weapon, the blade radiating a dazzling light, as if formed from fragments of the sun, each strike carrying immense power that illuminated the sky.
A roar like raging waves echoed through the air. The entire world trembled, and the pitch-black city was bathed in gold, as if the whole city, along with Helbo, was about to be set ablaze.
only.
Despite the fierce attacks of the brute goddess, she failed to have any effect on Herpo.
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"Within this domain, your attacks will never reach my location." Helbo simply raised his hand, and countless black threads rose from the ground, weaving into a massive net. The brute goddess thrashed about in the net but could not escape, golden light clashing violently with the black threads, sparking blinding flashes.
"This is going way too fast." Ian saw the goddess's wings of light fighting against some unseen force, with each feather scattering tiny supernova-like spots of light.
"Look to me and witness me complete my divine form! Witness the birth of true greatness!" Helpo's voice echoed in the air. Helpo's body no longer maintained a human form; his torso was like a constantly writhing mass of black matter, its surface covered with countless distorted human faces chanting incessantly.
The faces sometimes merged and sometimes separated.
"Damn it! Cthulhu contamination!"
Ian looked up at Helbo, and the distorted divine form made him feel dizzy. However, this did not affect Ian's thinking, and he successfully cast what was perhaps the strongest magic he could currently wield.
"Avada Kedavra - Fel Outbreak!" A dark green beam of light shot straight at Helbo, and wherever it passed, even space itself began to decay. This was the advanced version of the Avada Kedavra Plague.
Thanks to her own dark magic talent, which can be described as "dark magic itself," and also thanks to Morgan's teacher who had shown Ian the scene of this magic's outburst in her own memories.
now.
Ian finished it.
It completed the magic that led to the legendary Black Witch's death. Perhaps it wasn't as powerful as it was when Morgan encountered it, but essentially, they were on the same level.
Wherever it goes.
Not only life, but even buildings and inanimate objects will wither away. This is perhaps the most advanced form of magic, and any wizard facing it will inevitably meet their demise.
however.
Helpo is no longer an ordinary wizard.
"What a beautiful art of death, what a pity." He first marveled at Ian's magical skill, then raised his fingertip, which was shrouded in black mist, and just lightly touched Ian's magic.
Perhaps even the combined might of Dumbledore and Grindelwald couldn't withstand the magic, which simply vanished with a bang.
"Magic is meaningless to me now," Halberd's voice echoed from the black mist, carrying an inhuman resonance. "Before God, magic is nothing more than a child's game of building blocks."
He has begun to consider himself a god.
His tone was arrogant.
"Come, my angel, accept your destiny, and together with me, ascend to the world." On Helbo's ferocious face, his eyes were like swirling nebulae.
Countless tiny specks of soul light flickered within them.
"This will be our shared glory."
He looked at Ian and slowly raised his inhuman hand. However, he didn't see the expression he wanted on Ian's face, nor did he sense any fear or manipulation in the young wizard.
"So magic really does have its limits."
Ian remained calm and composed, showing no panic.
"Do you still have a trump card up your sleeve?"
Helpo observed Ian in the distance with great interest.
"I have read a lot of mythology and many books about gods."
Ian blinked.
He opened his arms.
The wand trembled slightly, responding to his power.
"You have the protection of the Paradox Realm, so perhaps magic is just an itch in the material world for you. However, I think there are still things that can threaten you."
Ian flicked his wand.
The magic he had concealed during the time the brute goddess had bought him began to erupt.
Haierbo still looked puzzled.
"You're insane!"
The brute goddess seemed to have sensed something.
"You'll destroy the whole city!"
She gasped incredulously to Ian from inside the "cage".
"The city is already destroyed," Ian's voice was unusually calm, deep and resolute, his eyes as unfathomable as the sea. "Now, let's face this catastrophe together!"
As he finished speaking...
Mount Vesuvius erupted with a deafening roar. molten lava shot skyward, turning the heavens blood red. A massive cloud of volcanic ash blotted out the sun, plunging the world into an apocalyptic state. The air was thick with the pungent smell of sulfur, making it difficult to breathe. The intense heat felt like being inside a furnace, the skin burning painfully.
Countless priests screamed in terror and despair.
Cassandra caught her breath and instinctively hugged Ian's leg.
"It shouldn't be this early... It can't be this early... How did you do that!" When Helbo saw this, a look of disbelief and horror finally flashed across his face.
This was the first time he had felt threatened.
"Let's verify it together..." Ian said expressionlessly. He used his full power, employing the magic of [Blazing Path] to detonate the already pent-up Mount Vesuvius. Rivers of red lava flowed down the mountain. Wherever the scalding lava touched, everything turned to ashes.
"Helpo, can your paradox overcome this inevitable, necessary historical moment?" Ian spoke softly, standing against the backdrop of the volcanic eruption.
Behind him.
Everything was swallowed up in the torrent of fate.
(End of this chapter)